Time of Death:
3:44.
When you told me you don't love me anymore.
Place of Death:
The park where we met,
On a lazy Saturday morning.
I remember the dreaded words which escaped the lips, the heat in your words, the look on your face, as I took a metaphorical bullet to the chest; it hurt like hell.
Cause of Death
You.
When you stabbed me in the heart for the first time. A fatal blow.
But on the death certificate
All the report will ever show is
3:44.
Cause of death:
Trauma to chest.
YOU ARE READING
Heart-Talk
DuchoweI am but a lowly instrument to the muses . This is life through my eyes, Welcome. ?
